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• BUFFALO  • NEW  YORK  ■ 

THE  HAYES  LITHOGRAPHING  CO. 


D how  do  you  get  to  Toy- 
land  ? 

To  all  little  people  the  joy- 
land? 

Just  follow  your  nose 
And  go  on  tip-toes, 

It’s  only  a minute  to  Toy-land. 


And  oh!  but  it’s  gay  in  Toy-land, 
This  bright,  merry,  girl-and-boy-land, 
And  woolly  dogs  white 
That  never  will  bite 
You’ll  meet  on  the  highways  in  Toy- 
land. 


Society’s  fine,  in  Toy-land, 

The  dollies  all  think  it  a joy-land. 

And  folks  in  the  ark 
Stay  out  after  dark 
And  tin  soldiers  regulate  Toy-land. 

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How  long  do  you  live  in  Toy- 
land? 

This  bright,  merry,  girl-and-boy- 
land? 

A few  days  at  best, 

We  stay  as  a guest, 
good-bye, 

forever,  to  Toy-land ! 

A Trip  to  Toy-land. 


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|OW  many  miles  to  Baby-land? 
Any  one  can  tell, 

Up  one  flight, 

To  your  right, 

Please  to  ring  the  bell. 


What  can  you  see  in  Baby-land  ? 
Little  folks  in  white  ; 

Downy  heads, 

Cradle  beds, 

Faces  pure  and  bright. 


What  do  they  do  in  Baby-land  ? 
Dream  and  wake  and  play; 
Laugh  and  crow, 

Shout  and  grow, 

Jolly  times  have  they. 


What  do  they  say  in  Baby-land  ? 
Why,  the  oddest  things; 

Might  as  well 
Try  to  tell 

What  the  birdie  sings. 


is  Queen  of  Baby-land  ? 

, kind  and  sweet; 
And  her  love 
Born  above, 

Guides  the  little  feet. 

Baby-land, 

Though  the  bird  flies  far 
And  the  fair  flower  goes. 

The  sweet  of  the  year 
Is  set  in  the  snows. 

The  wind  o’  the  winter 
It  breaks  into  bloom 
And  suddenly  songs 
Are  sung  in  the  gloom. 

And  winging  hearts  cross 
And  whisper  together. 

And  a night  and  a day 
It  is  perfect  weather. 


St.  Valentine* s Day. 


HAT  is  this  with  blue 
Lit-tle  shoes,  so  new, 
Cun-ning  lit-tle  feet, 

Trot- ting  down  the  street, 
What  will  Ma-ma  say? 
Baby’s  run  a-way, 

Ba-by  Fay  Fer-ny. 

Calls  a boy,  “ Hal-lo  ! 

See  here,  lit-tle  pop-pet  show, 
Come  with  me  ! ” “ No,  no, 
Ba-by’s  do-in’  do 
Ba-by’s  own  self  ! ” Fast 
Round  the  corner  passed 
Ba-by  Fay  Fer-ny. 

Stops  a great  big  man, 
Hur-ry-ing  all  he  can, 

“ Here  ! what’s  this ! my ! 
Drop-ped  down  from  the  sky? 
Some-bod-ys  to  blame. 

Baby,  what ’s  your  name  ? ” 
“Ba-by  Fay  Fer-ny.” 

Ba-by  Fay  Fer-ny. 


2|||g^^fWO  little  cub-bears, 

Frisky  and  strong, 

Hair  brown  and  shaggy. 
Claws  sharp  and  long. 

Two  little  cub-bears 
In  a child’s  breast, 
Fawn-like  and  gentle, 
Bringing  us  rest. 

In  the  green  grass  rolling, 
Snapping  their  jaws, 

Now  standing  upright, 
Licking  their  paws. 

Why,  how  can  that  be  ? 

Not  strange  you  stare, 
Where  was  there  ever 
A gentle  bear  ? 

Two  little  cub-bears 
In  a child’s  breast, 

Called  bear  and  forbear , 

They  bring  us  rest. 

Two  Little  Bears. 


PRINCESS,  what  shall  I bring 
To  offer  before  thy  throne? 
For  I know  of  no  joyous 
thing 

That  is  not  already  thine 
own. 

Youth  and  beauty  and  love, 
Desirest  thou  more  than  these  ? 

Lo,  from  the  skies  above 

And  from  far  away  mystical  seas. 


All  things  radiant  and  rare, 

All  things  tender  and  sweet, 
Hasten,  O Princess  fair, 

To  fall  in  delight  at  thy  feet. 


So,  Princess,  what  shall  I bring, 
When  Ibw  I bend  at  thy  throne  ? 

“ My  heart  for  an  offering,” 

E’en  that  has  been  long  thine  own. 

A Valentine. 


True  love  is  like  the  ivy  green, 
That  ne’er  forgetteth  what  hath 
been, 

And  so  till  life  itself  be  gone. 
Until  the  end  it  clingeth  on, 
What  though  the  tree  where  it 
may  cling 

Shall  hardly  know  another 


spring ; 


be 


What  though  its  boughs 
dead  and  bare  ? 

The  twining  ivy  climbeth  there 
And  clasps  it  with  a firmer  hold, 
With  stronger  love  than  that  of 
old, 

And  lends  it  grace  it  never  had 
When  time  was  young  and  life 
was  glad. 

V True  Love. 


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FUNNY  little  chin, 

A funny  little  nose, 

A funny  little  grin, 

Ten  funny  little  toes. 

Two  funny  little  eyes, 

And  funny  little  hands, 
How  funnily  he  tries 

To  give  his  wee  commands. 

A funny  little  chat 

With  funny  little  bees, 

A funny  little  cat 

And  funny  toads  and  trees, 
A funny  little  dress, 

A funny  laugh  of  joy, 

May  heaven  ever  bless 
My  funny  little  boy. 

A funny  little  sigh, 

A funny  little  head, 

That  funnily  will  try 

To  miss  the  time  for  bed. 

A funny  little  peep 


From  funny  eyes  that  gleam, 
A funny  little  sleep, 

A funny  little  dream. 

A Funny  Little  Boy. 


Go,  little  darling,  go, 

Nid  nodding  to  Bye-low ; 
The  snow  white  sheep 
Are  fast  asleep 
In  such  a pretty  row, 

All  in  the  sweet  Bye-low ; 
Then  go,  my  darling,  go. 

A Lullaby . 


ITHIN  each  heart  there  lies  apart 
From  all  its  cares  and  sorrows, 
A paradise  which  knows  no 
sighs, 

A world  of  happy  morrows ; 

A heaven  of  light,  unknown  to 
blight 

Of  winter,  bleak  and  dreary, 

Whose  days  are  long  and  sweet  with  song, 
Whose  hours  are  never  weary. 


What  matter  though  earth’s  pathways  glow 
No  more  with  springtime  gladness  ? 
What  if  each  June  has  flown  too  soon 
And  left  a look  of  sadness? 

No  real  love  so  true  will  prove, 

No  tones  one  half  so  tender, 

No  lips  so  pure  as  those  which  lure 
The  soul  to  visioned  splendor. 

Paradise, 


